Maybe it was the loneliness. Maybe it was the boredom. Maybe it was to drown out the noise of our parents. But something happened during lockdown that made a load of people become die hard Taylor Swift stans for the first time.
Personally, I’m somewhere in the middle. Certainly always was a huge fan of the singles, obsessed over the 80s synthpop joy of 1989, fell out with her for years for removing her back catalogue from Spotify, believed the tabloids blindly about her and the Kardashian dramas and then, eventually, accepted I did rather enjoy her.
This last year though, it all changed. Moderately enjoying Taylor evolved to obsession. I needed to lap up everything she’d ever written, ever sang, ever said. I was hooked. These days, as far as I’m concerned, she’s the best writer to put pen to paper since Shakespeare. End of. I will be streaming I Knew You Were Trouble on my death bed.